‘Forget me not, Hear’

Hey Momma

Image: Keeper of the Diamond Light Codes

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'A thought is an idea in transit’ ~ Pythagoras He blurted out, ‘I imagined that you were dead’ she gave ‘that’ look and shook her head. Her blurred figure of purple haze, transcended from the void of cave. A ray of violet and amethyst glow, aeons of time to remember, You know. There is a sound only some can see, a vibration of peace and purpality. It is in the ambiance of her colour, chords of illumination to each other. Listening ear and eye to inner sound, as spiritual octaves, waved around. It’s a sense of calm, joy and harmony, a lilac, ‘forget me knot’ of creativity. She, the mystical, powerful part of self, dispelling all illusions and fears of hell. Listen to her sounds in the distance; her calling is yearning and persistent. Wha, wait, wait…

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